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[hearthwarming]

Who: Oriphi and anyone!
Which: Open log
Where: Around town and two (2) dreamscapes
What: Helping out with wimdy-related damages, and two traveling-themed dreamscapes. Do you want to D&D/Fantasy AU your character? Or meet Ori's friends? Here's your chance!

1 ✧ it fucken WIMDY

( A )
[ Destructive gusts of wind or no, Oriphi can usually be found helping out wherever she can around town - but this month especially so.

Some days she's around after a particularly strong bout of windiness, helping clear debris or patching up damage to buildings by using elemental magic to conjure and grow woody vines to reinforce structures. Sometimes, for a little extra flair, she makes flowers sprout all over the buildings. Though that seems like it might be pointless when the next gust will likely blow all the blooms away, it's worth it for any measure of joy it might bring to the those who dwell in the the previously-damaged home or shop or anything else. ]

Hmm... What do you think? [ This, she says to anyone who might be passing by as she finishes her work, or perhaps someone she's been helping repair this building with. ] Is it too much?

( B )
[ Other days, she's caught in the middle as the wind starts to pick up. Each time, she slams the end of her staff down, embedding it into the ground as vines come up to brace it into place. She does her best to plant her feet down and hold on, but— the livestock aren't so lucky. ]

Oh, no!

[ With one arm tightly wrapped around her staff, she reaches out with the other to send vines out in an attempt to prevent a sliding cow or sheep from going airborne. It seems to be working, but she might need additional help to hold on! ]

2 ✧ a hearth of moonlight and shadow ✧ interactive dream

[ It is well into the night, and a warm fire burns in the center of what looks like a campsite put up in the midst of the woods.

Spread out across the site are a few adventurers. A tall, lithe elven woman with copper-colored hair patrols the perimeter of the camp, embedding magical arrows into the ground in a seemingly logical pattern. In another corner, a white-haired elven man sits with an open spellbook and scrolls strewn about around him. Then, seated closer to the fire, there is (yet another) elven man with his hand gripped decisively around a bottle of wine, a tall, half-orc man sketching, a half-elven man with dark hair tuning a lute, and a masked figure. Save for the ambient sounds of jungle creatures coming alive in the night, the sound of various writing implements on parchment, and the tuning of a lute - the camp is silent.

Whose dream is this? Whose friends are these?

The answer is revealed when Oriphi emerges, seemingly out of nowhere. But the moment that she appears, it's as if the quiet vignette truly comes to life.

"Alright, this is boring. Anyone up for another team-building exercise?" declares the dark-haired elven man, setting his lute aside in resignation. Something about the dreamscape tells you that his name is Colin, and that he is a bard.

"Always," replies the bare-chested elf, Mellon, lifting his bottle of wine in agreement before he takes a hearty swig. Sian, the masked figure, simply shrugs and offers a noncommittal noise.

"Uuuuh, I'm really busy doing this drawing? It's coming out really well. Really cute, actually." And though Cibark's sketched drawing of a river scene is appealing, it's not what one would typically describe as "cute," and while his tone sounds serious, something says that he's being facetious.

Dae, the man with the glasses, slams his spellbook shut abruptly as he stands up with seemingly renewed purpose, startling Aerie and causing her to nearly snap an arrow in half. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as the lenses catch the light of the fire, making them gleam in the dark.

"Mister Colin, what an excellent idea! The Alchemighty needs to have a strong foundation, so we've got to team-build as much as we can!"

One can practically hear the way that Colin rolls his eyes. "Aaand just like that, I suddenly don't want to." ]

I think it'll be fun!

[ Ori finally chimes in that moment, taking her seat beside the bard and shyly nudging him with her elbow and a smile on her face. The boredom on his face fades a bit, and he acquiesces, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head.

It's then that the adventurers turn their attention and gaze towards the dreamwalker present. ]

So, how about it? Two truths and a lie. You start!

3 ✧ there once was a ship that put to sea— ✧ interactive dream

[ This dream finds its inhabitants and visitors at sea, on the main deck of some kind of merchant or passenger ship. It seems to be a beautiful day out on the seas, the waters more or less mild and the skies clear and bright.

Only that the ship is actively under attack by a massive froghemoth. What is a froglike monstrosity doing out in the ocean? Can it even survive in saltwater? Don't worry about it - it's a dream. What matters is that in its many tentacles, it holds a few of Oriphi's adventuring friends.

And where is the tiefling, herself? Well, she's desperately clutching at the bulwark, looking absolutely miserable as she tries to keep her breakfast down.

See, she always gets so terribly seasick whenever they travel via ship, and she is in no condition to fight the froghemoth - at least, not without the aid of another, or at least a reminder that she's simply dreaming and could dream the seasickness away.

"Pull yourself together, Ori!" Aerie calls out from somewhere further away, nocking an arrow and letting it loose against the froghemoth. It zips through the air and finds purchase near one of the froghemoth's eyes - but it's the only one that hits before the ranger is promptly swept away by another tentacle. ]

I— I'm trying!

[ She manages to pull an arm away from the bulwark to take up her staff, summoning a bolt of fire and casting it at the monster - but she misses. ]

(( ooc: If you have any questions, especially about the dreamscape prompts, or want to plot out anything else, feel free to PM me or hit me up at camerata! ))

Comments

[hearthwarming]

[ Ori casts a sidelong glance at Beat before her lips curl into a knowing little smile. ]

You could say that. It probably helps that I can talk to them, haha…

[ So it goes a little bit beyond just being good with Animal Handling… ]

Thank you for your help, by the way. I don’t think I would have been able to hold on with just the vines. You’re quite strong!

[stillarhino]

Whoa, for real?

[He looks over to the sheep for a moment, who seems to have mellowed out after she had spoken to it. Even without her speaking to it currently, it seems to be waiting for where to head next, not knowing the exact way back.]

That shit's pretty sick, yo.

[Beat grins a little, raising a closed fist in front of him as a bit of flex from that compliment.]

Ain't no big. With all kinds a' stuff flyin' 'round figured I can least help out where I can. 'Sides Fluffy here wasn't too heavy thanks to the vines. That was you too?

[hearthwarming]

[ Goodness, is his manner of speech... Different from anything she's ever heard. ]

Oh, don't worry, uh, "Fluffy" isn't sick! Just a little shaken up, is all.

[ She just sort of blinks at him as he keeps going. ]

That's right, the vines were my doing, too. I couldn't get close to her in time to hold on like you did... I was worried I would accidentally hurt her, but it all worked out in the end!

[stillarhino]

[Her explanation confuses him for a second then he realizes that she was referring to what he had said himself. Beat lets out a laugh and scratched the back of his head sheepishly.]

Naw, yo. I wasn't talkin' 'bout Fluffy being sick or nothin'. I meant talkin' to animals. And the vines. Bein' able to do all that is kinda cool.

[He had his own friends have been able to use psyches to hold people down but nothing like vines. It's still a new experience and he can't help but at appreciate it.]

Yeah, it's a good thing we bumped i to each other. Who knows where Fluffy woulda wound up if the winds got her, you know?

[Speaking of which, he looks over at the sheep as it bleats and baas as it walks.]

You think she knows where she headin'? Can't speak sheep after all.

[hearthwarming]

[ “Cool,” at least, she’s heard used in this way! There’s a look of recognition on her face when she nods along to him speaking. ]

Ohhh, I see. So “sick” can mean the same thing as “cool.” Got it! [ she’s from ye olde fantasy world, okay, ] But ah, let me ask her. Since sheep have to be herded… She probably doesn’t know.

[ There’s a pause before she adds, ]

My name is Ori, by the way! I mean, it’s Oriphi, but everyone calls me Ori. What’s your name?

[stillarhino]

[Hey, he's not going to hold it against her. This isn't the first time he's had to explain his way of speech after all.]

Ori, huh? The name's Beat.

[The winds start to pick up once again as the two continue to walk, but it's more of a stiff breeze compared to what they experienced earlier. Beat puts up an arm in front of his face, trying to keep the dust at bay.]

Guess you an' me's gotta go herd her back then in case the winds pick her up again, you know? Had to chase a door down a coupla days ago 'cause of it.

[hearthwarming]

Beat...! What a nice name. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ When the wind picks up, she realizes guiding the lost sheep is going to be a bit more complicated given the circumstances. ]

Just a moment, I have an idea. [ Ori turns back to the sheep to briefly converse with her, before she looks back at Beat. ] I can get us out to the farmlands a bit faster. Will you help me find a big enough tree for us to fit through? Um. Preferably one that's still in the ground and not flying around in the wind.

[stillarhino]

[As if on cue, a tree sapling whisks past them as a gust lashes past them, the sheep at their side getting dragged slightly against the ground. Even Beat feels the need to hold his ground to keep himself centered against the wind.]

A tree big enough to fit? Ain't that most trees?

[But he's already looking despite him asking. He isn't sure why or what Ori had planned for it, but Beat began scanning their surroundings. While a few trees have been uprooted from the recent weather, he sees a group of fae pushing into the door of a tree that might've been their home. It's big enough to be a one-story house, more than enough to fit the both of them and a sheep.]

That might be one but I dunno if 'em fae's gonna be excited to have guests over.